In my drunken tom foolery I have managed to "misplace" my eyes. Somewhere between the far west fields and the parking lot my spectacles escaped the safety of my shoe. I scoured the fields and parking lot this morning, and by the grace of all things Frisbee, they were not smashed to smithereens or chewed up by a lawn mower. So my only guess is one of you magnificent humans have retrieved them. Please let my weary eyes rest with glasses of proper prescription.